Apropos of Nothing
Jan. 19th, 2011 11:41 am(This doesn't represent today's writing assignment)
Last night I was out with friends and I had to go to the bathroom. There was some stranger in one of the toilet stalls. I stepped up to the urinal next to it to do my business.
A voice floated over the toilet stall partition. "Your shoe is untied," the stranger said.
I looked down. Sure enough my left shoe, which was visible to the guy in the stall, was unlaced. Having some stranger in the bathroom point this out to me made me grumpy.
"Yeah, well, your pants are down," I popped off. I then beat a hasty retreat.
I consider this to be a fairly Zen exchange.
Last night I was out with friends and I had to go to the bathroom. There was some stranger in one of the toilet stalls. I stepped up to the urinal next to it to do my business.
A voice floated over the toilet stall partition. "Your shoe is untied," the stranger said.
I looked down. Sure enough my left shoe, which was visible to the guy in the stall, was unlaced. Having some stranger in the bathroom point this out to me made me grumpy.
"Yeah, well, your pants are down," I popped off. I then beat a hasty retreat.
I consider this to be a fairly Zen exchange.